Creation

Watercolor, paint, handmade paper, thread, colored pencil / 12” X 9”
This piece is inspired by the poem, Refuge, written by John Dorsey.

Creation
by John Dorsey

And before the beginning
They were brainstorming

Considering the possibilities
In anticipation of
Spirit hovering over waters
Like a brush over the canvas
Not yet color daubed

Slow allegorical breaths in
stirring molecules
with the pre atmosphere
pre-echo of Their once will be
“let there be’s”
Sending ripples in time
Over and through the face of the deep
In the form of what we would one day call
Hydrogen - two and oxygen - one
Within adequate temperature range
to keep it liquid
Relationship 

Framing
Or mathematics
Or science 
Thesis

An audacious antithesis percolating
In this before
As They stretched imagination
and Themselves
And the possibilities of time and space
And love and loss and reunion
To a point far enough away from the inferno
core of love at Their center before beginning
To even fathom
a realm so far removed from Their Essence
that it would need light declared to be so

Framing
Or spiritual,
esoteric sciences

At creation

//

Creation?

Breath over deep water
Light ascending and accenting
cresting waves

Participation
Co-creation
Partnership
Love
Hope
Overflow
Improvisation and Mystery
Mending and repairing
Vision
And guided
And guidance in chaos
And chaos
It is 
what is Becoming
Becoming what it is not
From what it will
At one time have been
It is breaking
And pushing 
Shoving 
Superimposing in hope
And hoping
It is becoming less to become
more with less
And less with less
Cleaving and chiseling away of stone
And
Math,
fuzzy and beautiful
It is clarification 
and being more transparent
And naked
And laid bare
And more complex
and solid and simple
and complicated
Recognizing that it is
all complicated 
And simple
and being complicated
and being made more
and more
and more
clear

It is stress and relief
It is press and release
It is bless and increase
It is blessed in decrease
Sparkings of hope
After grief
Northern Lights one October night 
The sighings of the bereaved 
And of the least of these
Syncopated in rhythm 
over the heartbeat of God
Like the boiling up of blues and jazz
From the dispossessed
and once possessed as property
in the West
or “Global North”

It is the death of a seed
The life of a sapling
For the birth of a seed
It is life from grief,
Overcoming fear
It is audacity
It is THEIR image
Manifesting
Revelating
Revealing
Unveiling
Making known
The Incarnate Carnating
And Carnated

Sound waves
Vibrations
Energy

Out of the dust
Out of the red
Out of the blood
Issuing

//

And They offer Their blood for the brush 
And to be stretched upon a frame
Canvassing
And taking the blame
for the fault of the beloved
Framing
Creation

//

It is ignorance wed to bravery
In a commitment to change and be changed
And be changing the all that there is together 

It is the hope that it is worth it
No,
the child likeness that it is worth it
Audacity to awe

It is redemption and redeeming
Loving enough to bleed
And give of one’s blood in love for the beloved

It is a state of being and the state of groaning

It is the groaning and anticipation of growth

Energy
Water
The moon, gravity, new patterns
Ice crystals
Glaciers

//

It is resting
That sacred sabbath cessation
from
active doing
To being
And breathing,
deep, 
and low 
and long
And refraining from the work
To refrain in a song
Of rest
And inefficient humanity once more
For it is like and unto Godliness 
The audacity to say chill
And it is enough
And it is good
And there is time for labor
But it is not this time
This time is for creation
Resurrection in the resting

It is the bend of the note, the blue note
The blues note
The blues

Divergent, diversifying

The encore